Page 18 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
Asher Remington was…real.
There wasn’t a single fake thing about him.
He was flawed, but I liked that, too, because I was equally flawed, and I didn’t have to worry about being someone I wasn’t when I was around him.
My physical attraction to him was annoying, and I was trying to deal with that, but it wasn’t like anything could ever happen with Asher in the future.
He was a nice fantasy, but he was Asher Remington.
And I was…me.
I’d learned to be extremely realistic because I had to be.
“I’ll find happiness when I get the rest of my life together,” I said evasively.
I was really hoping that I could provide for more than my mom’s needs someday.
Martha Ellis had lived on very little most of her life.
At the age of seventy, it was time for her to get some of her wants met, too.
“Go easy on yourself,” Mom said. “You’ve been through so much. I hate the thought of you pushing yourself too hard.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” I said lightly. “Why don’t you catch me up on all of the things that are happening in Hollister.”
My mother had lived in Hollister her entire life, and her life revolved around the people there.
One of the reasons I hadn’t hesitated to leave was because she had so many friends there in our hometown. Most of them were tight on money, but they loved my mom like she was family, and she cared about them the same way.
I listened as she told me all about the townspeople of Hollister.
I’d lived almost all of my adult life outside of my hometown, but I still loved to hear about the people I’d known in my childhood.
“There’s not much else happening,” she said when she’d finally caught me up on who was getting married and who was expecting new grandbabies. “The weddings are over until next spring.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from telling her that I’d been to an absolutely beautiful wedding earlier in the day.
I hadn’t told her about Asher or my housekeeping job with him.
My mother would be upset that I wasn’t completely focusing on my career and trying to heal my soul.
She wouldn’t be happy that I was working as a housekeeper to send her money when I should, in her mind, be focused on other things.
Mom also didn’t realize exactly how bad my previous career had been demolished, and it wasn’t something I wanted her to know.
She thought I still made enough income to survive, and I didn’t.
Not yet.
I didn’t like hiding anything from my mother, but she’d already been through so much with me.
The last thing she needed was more worries about her only child.
I swallowed hard when it was time for us to say our goodbyes.
“I love you, Sierra. If you’re not happy there, come home,” Mom insisted.
God, I loved her, too. I probably wouldn’t be sane if it wasn’t for her and all of the love she’d given me as a child and during my more recent nightmare.
